CRYBABY

CRYBABY

unoriginal ass title i knowww but read ahead sweety, its hot.

this was meant to be posted a long time ago my apologies lmao

warnings: SMUTTT, sub tate, dom reader, mommy kink, kinda, pegging, blindfolding, handcuffing, kinda overstimulation, slapping, sex toy usage (nipple clamps etc) punishments, idk just lazy smut, just tate being a crybaby bottom

Despite the fact that Tate resembled to be your protector, you deep down knew you were his. The way he would always rather be little spoon, the way he would pout when you disagreed on something, how he folded his hands above every platform, how he'd cry if you threatened to leave, even if it were to be in a joking manner. But mainly how he'd get turned on by the slightest bit of dominance you'd reveal to him.

"Constance, again?" you question Tate, who's balled up on your bed with heavy teary eyes, he'd do this ever so often he felt upset. "Sometimes I just fucking hate her Y/N, i r-really do." he'd hesitate to admit. You'd usually cuddle up with him when he'd be this sensitive, but you've had enough of it.

"Oh come on Tate, fuck her. Let's watch a movie or something, hm?" you asked attempting to get his mind off of his monsterous mother, who'd only make him feel more worthless than he already did, to later apologizing with little pathetic treats and compliments about how he'd be her only "normal child."

Now trading the sight of his pale hands to your eyes forming intensive eye contact, Tate smiled. An adorable smile, which only melted your heart delightfully as he now sat up on your bed opening his arms in hopes of recieving a warm hug from you. "Aw.. need a hug, baby?" you babied causing the water droplets he had been holding back to escape their cage as you held him tightly in your arms, almost carrying him. "I know, I know, baby boy." you continue, provoking Tate's shiny eyes to close tightly as he slightly moaned under his breath taking you by surprise.

"What was that?" you question shockingly.

"I-Im sorry, Mo- ..Y/N!" Tate stuttered under you, uncourageously keeping his eyes tightly shut, pulling you in closer to him, almost as if he wanted to just crawl into your skin. His submissiveness exposing him more than usual.

"Were you gonna call me mommy, babe?" you rhetorically asked the question you well knew the answer to, producing another slight moan to escape his lips, unable of admitting the urge he felt of wanting to call you mommy.

"Call me mommy, Tate." you demanded, softly lifting his chin up to face yours. "I-I cant.." Tate replied, knowing damn well the motherfucker wanted to from the slight tent that appeared in his baggy jeans.

"You can't?"

"No.. I-I can't." said Tate, now burying his face onto your clothed breasts, covering his blush-filled angelic face as the tears began to rush in once again. "Its okay baby boy you don't hav-" "I need you m-mommy." Tate interrupted, wiping his now smudged tears off of his face whilst sitting up beside you.

Brushing off your excitement to his comment you stop and glared at him, silently asking for consent. For him to only nod desperately attempting to take off his jeans sprintly, in which you pause him by holding his hands above his head, pushing him onto the bed softly. Tate only whimpered softly under his breath before endeavoring your grip onto his shaky hands, producing a slap across his cheek.

"Stay still." you demand the panting man laying infront of you, connecting his hands with the bed board as you handcuffed him quickly with a belt you had laying around. Tate only groaned and pulled on the board causing a satisfying friction onto his wrists. "I told you to stay still." you warn him once again, slapping the opposite side of his sweaty face. "Fuck~" Langdon let out a long moan, to your surprise a wet creamy puddle begun forming on his jeans, realizing the man had came on himself from a couple of slaps across the face.

Tate did nothing but apologize constantly whilst pressing his legs together to reduce the slight pain his enlarging boner had been giving him from lack of friction. "Did I say you can cum?" you question now producing a slight jump from Tate who's already given up his need of showing dominance. "N-no.." he responded now liberating his needy facial expression.

"Then why did you?" you asked yet another rhetorical question unbuttoning his damp jeans, as you carefully straddled his clothed member. Allowing the heavy jeans to fall across the floor you begin rubbing yourself on him, gripping onto his wide shoulders for support. Tate only moaned, nearly screaming from the sensation, shifting aggressively.

"Shh, baby. Mommy will make it better." you whisper onto his ear, earning a low "yes. yes. yes." from Tate's pleading self, as you got off of him in search of a pair of nipple clamps which you were more than eager to use on him.

Tate's eyes widened to the view of your now naked body along some nipple clamps, nearing his chest more and more. "Stay still." you warn once again, now lifting his sweaty sweater just right above his nose leaning towards his eyes, covering them softly.

"Make me." he teased, fully aware what he was getting himself into.

"Wanna bet?" you reply, now attaching the nipple clamps onto his hardening nipples aggressively, recieving an unexpectedly loud bawl. With Tate's knuckles now turning white from his harsh grip onto the bed frame, you begin humping him once again earning nothing but lustfilled whimpers. "Y/N! ple-please!" screamed Tate whilst now grinding his hips onto your own making you yelp from the new sensation. Still, although you fucking enjoyed the feeling you weren't up for the fact he bluntly disobeyed you, yet once again.

"Did I ask you to do that, pet?" you interrogate as your lips aparted a few inches away from his, inhaling his sweet watermelon gum breath against yours. "Im so~ oh fuck~" moaned the man in between struggles to your index finger pushing past his entrance through his moistened boxers, a hole being ripped harshly on them.

You pegged Tate unsensely, leaning in to bite his lower lip forming nothing but beautiful tiny bruises. Him choking on his own moans, trying to ask politely for his sweater-blindfold to be taken off, you accept the request.

Taking the blindfold off of his pretty face you pause to acknowledge the sight you had infront of you, which was in fact phenomenally intriguing. Langdon's face was many shades redder, tears smudged all over, and of course the sweat that accumulated onto his hair, boosting his appearance by god knows how much. Your stare producing a slight smirk onto Tate's bruised lips adoring your appearance as well, which you brush off by attaching your lips onto his. This creating an immediate makeout, whilst your fingers still played around with his aching entrance.

"Im so fucking close, please d-don't stop." confessed Tate, tightly shutting his eyes allowing his warm liquids to fall onto your dripping cunt.

"Did I say you can cum?"

"Fuck."

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What led to scruffy!Reader's bipolar diagnosis? Any specific event that happened ?

"Oracle?"

"What's up?" Babs asked half turning in her chair to look at him, "Can you pull up Y/N's location?"

"Why?" she asked, already typing.

"I- we- I just want to know where she is. She was pretty mad at me when she left my apartment and she won't pick up the phone."

"Jason."

"Please?" It's how small his voice is that does it. How unnerved he looks. You always answer- even if it's a text to ask him what the fuck he wants.

Barbara starts typing, tracking where you'd been through places that your phone had pinged and frowned. "Over on 82nd... Looks like an Alley?"

"That's not- it's 4am," Jason said, "God-"

"I'll start calling hospitals," Barbara said. "I'm sure it's not-"

"She told me she wasn't on drugs," he said, his voice hardly a whisper. "She told me-"

"It might not BE that," Barbara reminded him. "She could have lost her phone, or it was taken."

Jason shook his head and turned, going to see if anyone would help him look for you. In his mind's eye he could see you. Talking a mile a minute. Like you couldn't keep up with the thoughts in his head. Everything was rushed. Some of it was just straight-up delusional, telling him that you were going to find god but you had to sell your guitar for a bus ticket? Because you had to go to Tacoma? And then telling him God wasn't real but you still had to look because it was the only way to finish school? And then asking him to take you to get ice cream. He couldn't even REMEMBER all the things you said. But he could remember the fury. How Angry you got when he asked you what you took. And it made his stomach turn.

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When the nurse came back to the desk, Jason bolted to his feet and Bruce put a hand on his shoulder to steady him, "Is she-"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne," she said, "She said she doesn't want to see anyone."

"But-" Jason started to protest. You had to see him. He had to talk to you. He had to know.

The nurse could only shake her head, "She was adamant," the woman said.

Bruce nodded, "Can you at least tell us she's okay?"

The nurse weighed her options and held up a finger, gesturing for them to wait before pulling a file and rifling through it quickly. "There's a release form in here for Jason-"

"That's me," Jason blurted, "Can you- what even happened how-"

The nurse sighed, "Someone called dispatch about a woman walking barefoot by the side of the road in shorts and a t-shirt. Said she was really friendly, just said she was lost and not sure how to get home. Her feet were pretty cut up. And it was cold out. So a beat cop picked her up and dropped her off at General. She was delusional and exhausted. Dehydrated. And so they put her on a 72-hour hold."

"Jesus," Jason breathed.

"But," the nurse said, "She IS safe. And she's gotten a little sleep."

"Will you tell her," Jason exhaled slowly, "Tell her I'll be here to take her home?"

The nurse smiled a little. Placating him. "Of course."

And Jason nods, turning and walking out the doors, leaving Bruce to smooth things over. To tell the nurse to call him directly if there was anything you needed. Because Jason can't breathe. He can't think. He feels like he's gonna be sick.

You needed him. You came to him because you were struggling. And he basically just... Shut you out.

"Jason," Bruce said softly, "You couldn't have-"

"I could have not accused her of being high," Jason snorted. "I could have helped-"

"You don't know that," Bruce said carefully. "Just- wait until you talk to her?"

"Yeah," Jason sighed. "Probably a good idea... What the fuck happened to her shoes? She was wearing shoes when left."

Can we please get more scruffy!reader where Jason thinks refers on drugs but it actually her bipolar disorder

This is not that but-

Jason tucked you closer to his side and helped you up the steps. You're still exhausted. And now he knows, very depressed. But you feel like being out and about today- not out out. But. Out enough to see the family. And least he thinks. Until you freeze at the threshold. Rooted in place so suddenly and so completely that when Jason steps past you, the chill where you'd been standing stops him short.

"Pockets," he coaxes, "C'mon it's cold out here."

"I should go home," you murmur, wrapping your arms around yourself. Like it was going to protect you. "I shouldn't-"

"Hey." Jason stepped closer to you and squeezed your shoulders. "No one is mad at you, baby."

"I just. I can't." You struggle to find the words to say that you're humiliated. That you feel like a fraud. That your feet hurt and all you want is to curl up in your bed and sleep. Because you don't feel anything when you're asleep and this is oppressive.

"At least come let me get stuff to rebandage your feet, kay? Tell Bruce what you decided about school for now- I'll tell him. And then we can go? We'll go put you to bed for a while." He doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, he just sweeps you up off your feet to carry you. He figured that way you could give your feet a break and be held at the same time. And when you don't protest, settling in his arms like a rag doll, Jason kisses the top of your head. "It'll be fine, Pockets."

"Good lord," Alfred said blinking, "Is everything alright?" Jason cradled you in his arms and you hid your face in his neck- he couldn't tell if you were asleep or injured you were so still.

"Came to steal some bandages and talk to Bruce," Jason said, following Alfred through to a salon. One that had a comfortable sofa to lay you on. Thankful when the Butler correctly assessed that this wasn't a snit and took your coat before deftly handing Jason a blanket for you.

"Let's just get some supplies," Alfred said unperturbed, trying not to let on how worried he was. He'd not seen you at a point that low since you were 16. He clapped Jason on the shoulder and squeezed, "Will you be alright here for a while?"

You nod silently, not able to look up at him, And Alfred smiled sadly. "Alright, then. Call if you need anything?"

"I'm just tired," you murmur.

Jason slid your shoes off carefully and tucked your feet under the blanket, "Just rest for a little while," he hummed. "I'll be back."

"Okay."

And when you curl up, with no choice but to close your eyes and wait, Jason lets Alfred lead him out of the room.

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Bruce puts the basket down on the side table quietly and looks down at you. You're not Asleep, he knows. Your breathing isn't even enough ad there's tension in your face that shouldn't be there. But. You ALMOST pass muster.

He sits on the end of the sofa, lifting your feet up gently to prop them on his thigh and get a look at them- make sure things are healing properly.

When he starts to unbandage them and you Jerk your foot out of his lap with a hiss, Bruce winces in contrition, "Sorry," he said, "I should have known it was gonna be a little tender still."

"I can do it," you murmur, "It's fine."

"Y/N," he said, gently but firmly reclaiming your foot, "You can't see the bottoms of your feet. Not well anyway."

"Bruce-"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, hoping that if he irritated you, just a little he could see some of the spark flicker. Just a little.

But all he gets is a tiny little shrug as you shrink into yourself. And Bruce feels a stab of pain behind his ribs. He could see it now. All the signs that something just wasn't quite right. Periods of time where you slept a couple hours and bounced out of bed feeling fine. The periods of time where you basically just were sleep walking. And he can see how- horrible you feel. Guilty and ashamed. For something you couldn't change. Something that wasn't your fault.

So for a few minutes, he lets you have silence. Working on unwrapping bandages so he could see the damage firsthand. "When you're ready," he said, keeping his voice steady, "you can go back to school."

"I'm sorry," you murmur, "I just couldn't-"

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Bruce interjected. "I was going to talk to you about taking a little break anyway. You've been working through school at a breakneck pace since Jason died- It's not- Not that there's anything wrong with that, necessarily. But I thought you could help me with a project."

"I understand if you don't want me to do it. Or want me with Jason I tried to break up with him and he just wouldn't let me and I don't know-I know you never really wanted us together." You break off when Bruce looks up at you, wrapping your arms around yourself and looking down. Not sure how to read the look on his face. Hoping he doesn't yell. Because if he yells you'll cry and you feel like you can't stop crying.

The stab of pain behind his ribs intensified and Bruce looked down to look at your feet, carefully applying antibiotics and making a note to tell Jason to keep a careful eye on some of the deeper cuts. "I can't think of anyone better for the job," Bruce said honestly. "Or anyone else Jason should be with." He can feel you tense. Waiting for the "but". There isn't one coming though. "I just didn't like it," he said, "Because when I watch you two walk next to each other you're still kids- literal babies that should NOT be looking at each other like that." When you snort, he smiles just a little. There you are. "And as far as a job goes- I've had this in mind for you for a while." He pauses and fixes the bandages in place carefully, "When you feel better. And when you're ready, just call."

"Bruce-"

"You don't have to suffer," he said gently. "You don't need penance. You don't need to be scolded. You need help." He tucked your feet back under the blanket and looked at you. "This isn't your fault. And I'm sorry it's your responsibility- but. If anyone can figure this out, it's you Pockets."

"You're not mad at me for dropping out?"

"You need time," Bruce said. "You needed to let something go- and I'm proud of you for doing something that hard." He smiled a little. He never thought he'd be proud of a kid for dropping out but- go figure, it was the last one he ever expected to do it. "You can go back when you're ready. You can take the job when you're ready. Right now, just- just focus on getting better. We were all worried about you."

Life Saver

Tate Langdon x Reader

(Before Tate dies)

A/N- Thank you so much for all of the likes on my first writing. It really means a lot. I hope y’all enjoy this one too<33

Warnings/ Trigger- mention of blood and bruising and some swearing

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“Move it asssholes.” My elbows shoved people out of the way while I weaved through the dense crowd of high schoolers.

“Tate!”

I lost my footing once I reached the crowd break and stumbled into the space where Tate was being held against a wall. His face was bloody. The bridge of his nose was split, there was blood coming from his nostrils, his lip was bleeding and so was his eyebrow.

The guy who pinned him rammed his knee into his stomach, making him keel over with a grunt. His name is Ray Tranton.

“Get off him you son of a bitch.” The heel of my book found his side and with wail he fell over. I noticed his face was bloody, more so than Tate’s. 

“Let’s go.” I grabbed Tate’s hand and pulled him through the parting crowd. I scowled at some of the individuals who didn't move. 

“Y/n let go. I can take him.” Tate tried to get loose from my hold. 

“Go ahead, run away Langdon. You can’t hide behind your girl forever!” Ray called after us. 

“Fuck off! And try looking in a mirror, you look worse that he does!” I yelled back, still dragging Tate until we were inside an unoccupied bathroom. 

“Sit.” I patted the counter and set my bag in a sink before digging through it to find antiseptic wipes and tape for his cut skin. I’ve gotten used to having to clean up his face. 

“I could have taken Ray.” Tate’s arms were crossed while he leaned against the counter. 

“Tate I said sit.” 

He sighed and lifted himself onto the counter. He slouched. I stood between his legs and started to clean up his face. 

“I could have taken him.” Tate looked frustratedly over my shoulder with a wince.

“Sorry.” I said. “And that’s what I’m worried about.” My lips pressed together before I said anything else. “Tate, you could kill someone. And I’m scared that one day you will. That’s why I drag you away every time you get into trouble.” 

He closed his eyes. That told me that I was right.

“Ray deserves to be dead.” His fists clenched from their place on his knees. 

“No he doesn't. No one deserves to be dead.” My eyes traveled to his bloody knuckles. I sighed and started cleaning them too. 

“Yes he does. Him and my mother.” 

I stepped back, knowing that if I said anything wrong he’d hit me. It’s happened before. 

“Sorry.” Tate locked eyes with me for a second before I came back to finish cleaning his blood. 

“It’s okay. Just try and work on that.” I put the tape over the cut on his nose and his eyebrow. 

We were both silent as I finished and threw my trash away. 

“Shit. My moms gonna be pissed at me for this.” Tate stared at himself in the mirror and traced around a few developing bruises. 

“You can stay at my place for a few nights. My parents left on a business trip last night and won't be back until next week.” I shrugged, slinging my bag over my shoulder as the dismissal bell rang. “We’d have the whole place to ourselves.” 

Tate nodded. “Thanks. You're a lifesaver.” 

I nodded with a grin. “Hell yeah I am.” He smiled as we walked out of the bathroom.

I’m a new fan of ur and I love ur work. but can we have a big argument with a happy cute or “ maybe lil smutty ) ending with either ( Bruce or Jason) plz 

"Jason," you hiss, ripping your wrist out of his grip, "I'm not doing this with you."

"Too fucking bad," Jason said, grabbing you and pulling you to him. "It's a chemical imbalance. It's a mental illness. It's not a goddamn death sentence!" He shook you gently and gripped your shoulders.

"Isn't it?" you yell, pushing against his chest uselessly. "You saw what it did to my fucking mom-"

"Pockets," he said, swallowing hard. "Baby. Honey. Don't do this. I won't let you do this."

"Jay you deserve someone... not like this. Not like-"

Lips crush against yours. He can't let you finish that sentence. He can't let you do this to yourself in some misguided attempt to protect him. "I died, remember?" he said, brushing hair out of your eyes and wiping tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. "And the first word I said when I woke up was your fucking name."

"Jason-"

"You've never run away from anything your whole life, Pockets. Don't start here. Not with me." When you crumbled and started to cry, the anger giving way to fear, all he can do is hold you. "I'm not going anywhere, punk. We're a package deal, remember?"

"You didn't sign up for this," you whimper. "This fucking shit show I can't-"

Jason squeezed you tighter and swatted you on the ass, "Baby. I signed up for you," he chuckled. "Whatever that looks like." He tilted your chin up and wiped your nose on his sleeve. "You never gave up on me. I'm not leaving you again, Pockets."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he said, kissing your forehead. "It doesn't have to be a shit show, baby. We just have to figure this out."

"I just feel so out of control and I can't think- I can't focus. Jay I was so scared."

"I know," he said softly. "I should have stayed with you. I shouldn't have let you leave that night. I knew you weren't okay- you weren't making sense but I thought-"

"You thought I was high," you murmur.

Jason cringed, nodding slowly. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he breathed. "I shouldn't have-"

"I don't blame you. I felt high- nothing felt real. Not really and I just couldn't stop. I couldn't slow down."

"We'll figure it out," Jason said, "Just... Let's just take this one day at a time, okay?"

"Okay," you answer, exhaling slowly. "Jay, I love you I just-"

"I love you too," he said, smiling a little. "Let's go to bed, huh? It's past Scruffy's bedtime."

Don't Make Me Say It Again. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader

Summary: blurb! xavier is close to snapping when you don't realize what he has been hinting.

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff

a/n: okay, another one before i go torture myself in actually reading my textbook that i haven't picked up in weeks.

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“Shouldn’t you be with your sister?” Xavier questioned as you tied on your apron.

“No, she wanted to work at pilgrim world for some odd reason. I would rather die than dress up as a colonist,” you informed the boy.

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Hey, Y/N! Need a hand?” Tyler called out from behind the counter as you and Xavier cleaned the tables.

“Already got one,” you replied back pointing to Thing wiping the table.

“I thought I told you and your sister that he was bad news,” Xavier whispered to you as he reached over to grab a mug on your side of the table.

“Twice actually, but I couldn’t care less about him. Wait. Enlighten me,” you turned to face him.

That was when you noticed how close you two actually were. Though you were standing around a foot away from each other, it was concerning how he seemed to step closer to talk.

“It happened last Outreach Day. I was working on a mural for the town then he and his friends come up and start attacking me. They destroyed the mural and left me with bruised ribs. People like him don’t like people like us,” he explained.

“Hm.”

“It’s not like you would care anyways, right?” Xavier scoffed walking off to the next table.

“It seems like he’s changed, quiter softer now, which is disappointing,” you admitted as you followed Xavier. “Why do you care so much if I talk to him though?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Why would I kid?” you blanked.

“Open your eyes, Y/N! I have been here on your side this entire time, and you still don’t get it?” Xavier snapped banging the table with the tub full of plates and mugs taking a step closer to you. “Sometimes it’s unbelievable how little empathy you have for others.”

“Xavier,” you breathed out taking a step back.

“I like you, Y/n. What do I have to do for you to see that?” he followed in taking a step closer.

“You know I don’t actually like Tyler, right? You might be an imbecile and infuriating but-” you hinted.

“Really know how to make a guy blush,” he let out a small laugh.

“It’s the attributes I like about you though,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” he mocked.

“Don’t make me say it again,” you deadpanned looking down on the floor avoiding his gaze.

“No, I don’t think I heard you the first time,” he joked he lifted your chin with his hand. “What did you say?”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“You gonna let me kiss you?”

“Depends,” you answered.

He moved his hand from your chin to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. You found yourself kissing him back wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel him smile into the kiss. You didn’t kow how long you to stayed there for until you heard a cough behind you.

“Seems like you’ve had fun working,” Wednesday said unimpressed as she pulled you away from Xavier. In which he just laughed as you tried to get your arm out of Wednesday’s grip.

"Wednesday, why do you always have to grab the same arm," you whined as she dragged you out.